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Smoking too much I can get kill
Writing down the song from my feelings again
For my pain every day standing by myself

I'm crying alone in some night

Summer Wit' Miami

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer [DualDisc]

2005

a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.

And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm

fr
They'll walk you down fr
We sending bout a hunnid rounds
Is you in the field fr fr
I'm having deals on deals on deals
We get the bags and bags by

head

What people don't know
I been hanging by a thread
I been feeling so broken
I hope this aint the end

I been feeling so low
I been feeling so dead
I

Savage Lifestyle

The Game

1992

2016

break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smoking endo
Fiends kicking

more
Lately I'm feeling like I'm trapped inside this prison
Yeah yeah
And it's holdin me down, oh it's holdin me down
Yeah yeah
And it's holdin me down

her feelings I told her I bottle em up

I would pull out and buss on lil this bitch face but I pulled out she swallowed up
My nigga got shot 6 times I'm

I'm drinking this bottle pretending I'm fine I'm keeping my thoughts always hidden inside
I open my mouth and I see my own signs I am the problem I

, waving my arms, and you know what that ship did?
It passed right by

Then I fell to my knees, almost abandoned hope
But I put a little S.O.S. in a bottle

House up on the mountainside
I know she down to ride
Bottles pouring out the side, where to next I can’t decide
Like man this can’t be life
Hope you

black lungs
through my feelings, they're not gonna get back entire
So what's wrong? 
Give me a chance

Strike me up and down if you want it
Let me misure

smokin on dat gas
I hit a couple cross roads I'm neva lookin back

Feeling like I'm crossed
Feelin like a boss
Always stayin up I'm neva comin down

I'm

on the floor
We don't wana hurt yous 
Get the money
Out the door
Make your way home
Dress down
Count the score
3 months ballin'
Shit forget about 4
Back

wave ride that shit for miles
My face red, I'm so wasted
Won't put the bottle down i hold it like it's sacred
Now I pop the trunk and i pull out

Commencement at the Obedience Academy

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels

Yeah, I been feeling so depressed
Empty bottles by my bed
Lotta pills in my head
But I'm still feeling so depressed

And lately I've been so confused yeah

at what I've become
I'm a rapstar
Im a motherfucking king
I'm a rapstar
I been feeling like a dream
I'm a rapstar
I'm a go by any means
I'm a keep on doing

yeah yeah 
Left me with no option want to pop me with a rocket and I can't keep my (x3) Cool.

Baby off that goose and I know you feeling loose 
In

killing time
Can I get to the liquor store by nine

It's a Lonely Southern Night
Yeah it's another bottle gone
I'm not feeling right since she left me here

Outside somebody honked their automobile horn
They were very loud and persistent
I sat the bottle down and
Screamed out: "GOD DAMN YOU
You son of a bitch
,

a price tag? When you know i got it
I been ordering bottles with them ballers i drink with the rockets
Overseas where I’m at
You can catch me on a flight

she be running
Said she only catch feelings when she be cuming
To the moon know this feeling pure like ecstasy
I know just what she want by how she

On squad, Yea yea that's that slap right there, aye hold up, slow it down Yea, alright go ahead and run that, DJ Clutch with the gas, Hold up now,

On squad, 
Yea yea that's that slap right there, aye hold up, slow it down 
Yea, alright go ahead and run that,
DJ Clutch with the gas,
Hold up now,